Feted

Happy Birthday to me a few days after the fact. Don took Middle Child out last week to shop for my gift. She considered the wonders of the Burt's Bees line, but she had something else in mind to mark Mama's 35th birthday. Miss Katie headed for the toy department rather than risk giving Mama a gift that could possibly say, "maturing skin". She was prepared to spend her hard-earned baby-sitting money on an almost original sock monkey which was just a tad out of her price range. The two of them eventually returned home with a carefully selected gift that stayed within her budget, but left Mama's feet feted.

Sock Monkeys and the Pottery Fairy

Sure enough. We did find the Christmas jammies were not all gone from Target. And there was something even better than pink Christmas kittens. Or even gingerbread sock monkeys. There were--- oh, be still my heart, Santa Sock Monkeys with strings of lights, presents, Christmas trees, stockings, and candy canes strewn about a bubble gum pink background. Kitschy. And absolutely laughter inducing.

And. The something that gives me a bigger jolly than sock monkeys is Polish pottery. A week or so ago, the FedEx guy dropped off a box with lovely pottery tucked inside. "Whoo-Hoo!", says I. But yesterday something even better happened. While I was sleeping off the yuck-fest of a post-infusion hangover, the Pottery Fairy dropped by and left a lovely bowl. and. a. free. donut. coupon. Pottery Fairy, you rock! Thanks.